Just thought I’d torture … er, I mean, SHARE another excerpt. 🙂 Again, the book is with my editor, so I posted the raw version. Ignore glaring grammar/typos – Christine is beating this thing into shape. Ha!
Excerpt from “Damian’s Immortal:”
“You hit me,” Jule managed at last. He struggled to sit up, and she helped him.
“I thought you were the other guy,” Yully said, distraught.
“Where is he?”
She pointed. Jule widened his eyes then squinted in an attempt to focus. The swordsman who attacked them was flailing again, pinned to the wall of the garage by her car. Frantic, Yully pulled Jule to his feet and tried to balance him.
“I’m good,” he said. “I can still fight.”
“You’re a bloody mess!” she snapped. She strained under the weight of his body, and they staggered to her car.
“And whose fault is that?” he challenged.
“I could’ve left you!”
“Oh, and not run me over? I think I like that choice better.”
She all but fell with him into the car. The man with the sword was beating it against the hood of her car, as if trying to chop himself free. Yully shoved Jule fully into the passenger seat of her car and ran to the driver’s side, throwing herself into her seat. Backing the car up, she watched the man with the sword drop to his knees and slowly stand.
She sped away, and they took off up the driveway with the swordsman chasing. The small car fishtailed around a curve, but she kept up the pace until she no longer saw the man in her rearview mirror.
“What was that thing?” she asked, her whole body trembling.
“Immortal bad guy,” Jule said. “Never thought I’d say this, but I think I need a doctor.”
“He’ll follow us, won’t he?”
“Why aren’t you more concerned?” she demanded.
“Sweetheart, I’m sitting in your car bleeding to death. I think I’m doing pretty damn good, considering I would’ve been able to kill him if you hadn’t shot and run me over,” he replied in irritation.
Yully glanced at him. He looked bad. His eyes were glazed and the car seat bloody. She squeezed the steering wheel then reached into her coat pocket for her cell phone. The moment she unlocked the screen to call her father, Jule’s gaze sharpened. He snatched the phone and rolled down the window, tossing the cell.
“That’s all I need is your father finishing me off,” he muttered.
She almost objected but realized it was futile. Neither of them believed her father would let him live.
“What do you want me to do?” she asked.
“Take us somewhere safe, where your father won’t know where to find you.”
She chewed on her lip, thinking hard. Her father kept her on a tight leash; was there anywhere he wouldn’t find her?
“Hello?” Jule prompted. “Somewhere safe? A friend’s house? Preferably if the friend
is a doctor?”
“I don’t have any friends,” she said.
“I find that hard to believe.”
“Stop mocking me. I’m so fed up with people making fun of me because I’m different,” she said, frowning.
“That’s what you thought I meant?” he chuckled then coughed, a painful hack. “You’re beautiful and courageous. I’d have thought you had tons of friends.”
Yully shot him a look, suspecting he was messing with her. He appeared to be serious. Her anger turned to embarrassment.
“You’re getting weaker,” she said, as aware of his condition as she was the nearness of his warm body. The bond between them was weakening with him.
“I think I know a place,” she murmured.
“Don’t take me to your father,” he said again.
“I won’t. I kind of owe you. You saved me. Well, you tried anyway.”
He muttered in response.
“If it helps, you’re the only one who’s ever tried,” she added.
“Glad I could almost help.”